This may be unlikely to ever happen, given this important admission in her other thread in this forum:
Only at chess. And only two out of three of them!
Getting serious now…
Look, if you want a serious discussion on partner abuse, there are two other forums on it.
Okay, now, I’ve checked out the other thread, and some more of her comments here, so …
NM!
– And, missyzilly, that stands for “Never MIND!”
You spanked her??
They’re not your ex-boyfriend.
Yes, domestic abuse is a horrible problem. I don’t think anyone here will argue that.
In order to get a discussion going on the topic, we need a little background from opening post. Something like " I was in this relationship for (x weeks or months) before the first incident", then some description of the relation prior to first incident, then a description of first incident, then the aftermath. Then you would tell us how you are behaving going forward and maybe offering a little advice for someone who may be in a similar situation.
Such a discussion may be better suited for one of the other forums, but in the BBQ Pit you get to curse more and insult people. You don’t have to, but you can.
College GF started punching my arm whenever I said something she didn’t like. She thought it was OK since I was much bigger than her and she would put some zip into the punch.
I told her a number of times that she could yell, swear, cry or whatever she wanted to do if she was pissed at me but punching was off the table. It didn’t seem to sink in. I then warned her 4 or five times that I don’t hit women, but I do hit them back.
We were sitting on a couch and she was next to me sitting with one leg tucked under herself so she wasn’t in a very stable position. I said something about a cheerleader on TV being gorgeous so she hit me. I turned and cuffed her on the side of her head with about the same force that my dad used to cuff me upside the head for acting like a doofus. It wasn’t a hard strike but it was strong enough to demonstrate that I wasn’t being playful. Because of her sitting position the force knocked her over onto the couch.
She cried, left my apartment and the next time I saw her I told her that I was angry at her for hitting me and angry at myself for using my hands against her. I suggested that we needed to get some time away from each other. We didn’t separate though and stayed together for another 8 months or so. She never hit me again and I never ever hit or threatened her again.
I think our whole situation was less about domestic violence in that neither of us was throwing strikes at each other out of rage. She hit me because she truly believed that it was a harmless act.
I hit her because I was too stupid to figure out a remedy to stop her. If she had bounced up off the couch and continued hitting me I was not at all prepared to hit her again and would probably either flee or try to hug her arms to her side.
I had hoped that we both learned something from that. I haven’t raised a hand to any girlfriend since her and since I married haven’t even thought about hurting my wife. (OK little lie there. I’ve had the Ralph Kramdon thoughts now and then…to the moon, Alice)
Hah, hah, hah, hah! That’s hilarious!
What are you some kind of pussy? The last 34 people that hit me I killed their asses.
Do you still eat your own shit after each time you take a dump?
I will be generous and say she’ll last until the weekend.
Don’t mess with a man who has a talking car.
Her boyfried was Night Rider?! :eek:
Scrolling through this thread, about post 31 the Rocky theme song started playing in my head. Thanks a lot!
And the new girl is a dumbass. Neener neener neener!
Why do you say you are not happy about this topic?
Tell me more about not happy about this topic.
Sometimes, people come to this forum to Pit someone they don’t like…and most of us agree. Pitting wife-beaters is pretty much a win. Who the hell’s gonna stand up for them? It isn’t always asking for a fight; certainly not “by definition.”
That said, really weak Pittings generally get sneered at…
My sister was in a physically abusive relationship. She divorced the clod. My mother was in a physically abusive relationship. She divorced the clod.
I have some indirect evidence that my own personal rage might flare up into physical abuse…and so I don’t have a girlfriend. The nicest gift I can give them is just to be “a friend.” The friend zone. Much safer for all concerned: they don’t get bruises and I don’t go to jail. (And, yeah, I take tranquilizers, too…)
Don’t taze me, bro’.
Well, she DID kind of:
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be spanked black and blue than have a wine bottle broken over my head. Unlike in the movies, it takes a LOT of strength to hit someone hard enough to actually break a bottle.
(If I’m be whooshed, never mind. :smack:)
And how does not happy about this topic make you feel?
(oh, wait…)
Sorry I meant to say HE told his parents a tree had fallen on it because he was too embarrassed to admit he pushed me out of his car which made me so mad I threw the jug at the car while he was driving away. Classy me did all of this on front of my dorm building. So dysfunctional. Also stupid me stayed with him for almost another year, and while he never got physical with me again (I think he was too scared too) we did yell and argue a ton.
Morning Morgie!
Har har 